Certainly nobody had felt it hard like it was right then.I realized I wanted Tony to hold it. I gently turned to my back, not minding, even enjoying, ...he increased contact with Tony’s equally sweaty naked body, and even though I missed him hunching against my ass. “I wish you were ‘Boobs,” I said quietly. Tony had let go of me when I rolled over, but his hand soon returned to grasp my cock.Tony snickered. “Marcia would do something like this,” he said, and began to stroke me.“Fuck, that feels. I went back to my bedroom and kept my self-busy in my mobile. After a while about half an hour of her cleaning the house, I came back looking for the money which I had placed as a bait and as I had guessed right the money was gone.Later, she went to the bathroom to wash clothes and utensils, I took down the cameras and saw the recording where she stealthily kept the money in her left blouse. I called her while I sat on the sofa.Me: Sunita aunty(as I called her) please come here!!She came to the. M."So you're one of them, are you?"Paul looked up, and Dax was standing there, frowning. Dax, his old golfbuddy, his watch-the-Reds buddy. Dax, the closest thing he had to afriend in the office.He opens his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Paul just sat there,yesterday's man, and looked up."Shit, Paul. I guess I should have known. There was always a vibe aboutyou. But I got to tell you, this is kind of sudden." Dax, it's not what you think." I think you're wearing lipstick. Isn't that the. "I heard a swishing sound, then CRACK! It felt like a hundred bees had stung me in a straight line on my already sore bottom. I quickly stood up and rubbed my poor bottom."You should not of stood up, which means you will receive that stroke again. So bend back over the chair and stay in position." Mrs. Jones said.Swish, CRACK!It was hard to stay in position, but I said, "One. Thank you, Mrs. Jones."I held on to the last rung of the chair as tight as I could.Swish, CRACK!"Two. Thank you,.